Erin, Sad Erin (feat. Akito Goto)

Erin, Sad Erin, it grieves me to ponder

The wrongs of thy injured isle

Thy sons in their thousands deploring do wander

On shores far away in exile

O give me the power to cross o'er the main

America might yield me some comfort from pain

Though I'm only lamenting whilst here I remain

For the joys I shall not see no more

With wonder I gazed at that lofty high mountain

As in grandeur it rose o'er it's lord

With sorrow I beheld my own garden yielding

The choicest of fruits for his board

Oh, where is my father's low cottage of clay

Where I have spent many a long happy day?

Alas has his lordship contrived it away

It is gone I shall not see no more

The sloe and the berry hung ripe on the bushes

I've gathered them off without harm

And I went to the fields for to view the green bushes

Preparing for winter's cold storms

And I've sat by the fire on a cold frosty night

Along with my friends telling tales of delight

Those days gave me pleasure and I could invite

But they're gone I shall not see no more

So, farewell then to Erin and those I've left weeping

Upon this disconsolate shore

Farewell to the grave where my father lies sleeping

The ground I do dearly adore

Farewell then to pleasure, I've once had a home

Farewell, now a stranger in England to roam

Oh give me my freedom or give me my tomb

Friends, in pity, I ask for no more